Remember when I called Debaser “a less fun version of emo night at Pop’s” and the internet exploded?  Well, apparently I owe them an apology because they are ‘branching out’.  Seriously, nothing sounds more fun than hitting the floor when “Shake That Monkey” blasts so I can start fucking some skinny white chick between three layers of clothing (I’m assuming she’s commando under those apple bottom jeans ‘cuz that’s how all the ‘nasty bitchaz’ do).  Plus, I can totally take that free pot I’ll score when I crush the sick kicks contest and “faze ya’ll.”